“You’re going to act as though I forced you into my drama. Iexplicitlytold you not to worry about it, and you forced your way into my space begging me to tell you. You knew I was vulnerable and I thought you were being a friend to me. Had I known you had ulterior motives—”
“Ohhhhh that isrichcoming from you! You’re acting like you didn’t want to fuck me from day one! You’re seriously going to stand there and pretend as though I was a Venus flytrap and you just buzzed your way in not knowing? Don’t insult me, please. You’re the most intelligent man I know, so I know this is bullshit,” I yell.
“You’re right, this whole thing is bullshit. This whole thing between you and me is bullshit too. It was only ever about sex. The whole reason I cheated in the first place was because of sex.”
“Yeah because your wife wasn’t giving it to you!” I remind him, because clearly he has short-term memory.
“I was… she did give… look, I’m not going to sit here arguing with you.” He starts stepping away toward the front door.
I can’t let him leave.
“I’m not done talking to you. We still have to see each other at work, so we need to figure out what’s going on now. You can’t just blindside me letting your ex-wife back into your life and just casting me aside like what happened between us never existed.”
Lincoln rolls his eyes and closes them like this is the world’s most boring conversation. Fucking hell… if this is what his wife had to go through, I understand why she gave him shit. He’s acting like I’m the one inconveniencing him.What the fuck.
“What, is it impossible for you to have a grown-up conversation?” I challenge him.
Shrugging, he turns again to face me. “All right let’s have a grown-up conversation. I wanted to fuck you,” he says just like that.
This is supposed to make me feel good because it used to, but now the way he says it, with the shrugging of the shoulders and his eyebrows raised like this should be obvious to me, actually hurts.
“What more do you want me to say? You were alluring and I’ve never met a woman like you in my field that understood what I did. I was around you all the time you were there right in front of me and I was horny all the time and barely got to see my wife. I took advantage of you, I took advantage of the situation and not for nothing but… you were also pushing your ass upon me all the time.”
“Oh so you have no self-control?!”
“You’re acting like you didn’twantme to lose self-control. You had no problems,noqualms whatsoever once Ifinallygave in andnowyou’re trying to use it against me? What the fuck do you want from me Sarah?”
“I want you to behonest!”
“ABOUTWHAT?” He comes a little closer, his height being intimidating. My legs quiver. My pussy throbs. He’s getting angry and that’s turning me on for some reason.
“HMM?” he challenges. “What? You want me to tell you I love you?”
My heart flutters, but I say nothing.
“I don’t love you. Let’s just get that out the fucking way. I don’t fucking love you. Ineverloved you, I never had feelings for you like that outside of lust and the need tofuckyou. The only person I’ve ever loved is my wife.”
“You mean your ex-wife. You divorced her, remember?”
“She divorced me. Yes, my ex-wife. It doesn’t matter.”
“So you’re a fucking simp. How pathetic.”
Lincoln smiles at me with a look that sends chills down my spine. “And yousleptwith this simp. Had no problem with me being a simp when it served you right? When it validated you? When you opened up your loose legs knowing I was married so I could fuck you knowing I only wanted you for your body?”
Every step he takes closer to me I back up, until my back is against the counter. I know he slept with Gabrielle. He doesn’t have to say anything; it’s obvious. Maybe that’s why he’s so brazen right now.
Now he’s right in front of me, standing over me almost nose to nose, and I can feel the tears brimming in my eyes. I’m not supposed to feel affected by this. No man is supposed to make mefeellike this.
“Lincoln stop,” I say with a weak voice that doesn’t sound like my own.
“No. You wanted the truth, remember?”
“Not like this.” I whimper, closing my eyes, my chin dipping as the tears spill despite myself.
Lincoln is quiet, and when I open my eyes to see him standing there, the fire that was in his eyes only moments ago seems to burn out, probably because he feels bad that he made me cry.
He looks like he has no idea what to say. His eyes flutter and he starts to step away, but I don’t want him to leave. I throw my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, which he resists at first.
